LUCA “So, where’s my money, Morelle?” Fear, an old friend arrived, the presence he always created on the faces of men whenever they saw me or caught a glimpse of my image is always exhilarating. It was a feeling I thrived for. The ever present aura that married me now graced the face of the man before me, on his knees with two of my bodyguards guarding up behind him and blocking off the exit. He gulps frighteningly, struggling to take a breath, his eyes wandered everywhere else but at mine. “Time’s ticking housemaster.” “It’s… I… I don’t have it… yet, Mr Moretti.” My leg crosses over the other and I twirl the glass of scotch on ice that I held at hand, the golden brown liquor dances to the conduct of my fingers over the glass tip. “Well, I don’t like the sound of that Morelle.” He shivers. “Please, give me a little more time.” “Mmm, I don’t think you’re really in the position to make demands.” He gulps again, sweat beads over his forehead and leaks down his temple. Then he
Read more